D is for Daffodils

The daffodils we planted last fall are up and blooming, little splotches of yellow in our green-brown garden. They are little cups of yellowy happiness! I can’t get enough of them!

My kids are delighted with them and marveling at how many we planted and how beautiful they are and how exciting it is to see them. They remember the long hours of planting them, how unremarkable that work was, tedious and slow. But now that they see the rewards of their labor, they are proud and satisfied. I hope they remember. I hope that they are learning that not all gratification is instant, that sometimes you have to wait. And the rewards are all the more exciting and satisfying because of that wait. I have come to realize that I am growing so much more than vegetables and flowers in my garden.

Ok, so these are not daffodils. We planted tulips, too, but tulip doesn’t begin with D.